Misandry isn't a crime, but murder is.

Diamond almost jumped out of her skin when she heard the knock on her door; she opened it, hastily wrapping a silk kimono around herself.

"H-hello!" she said, waving Miss Andry into her room. "You're here for the execution?"

She stared at Miss Andry's boots with distaste as they tracked dirt onto her white carpet, but attempted to smile nonetheless.

Miss Andry nodded, looking around the room. She almost smiled in amusement, but didn't at the last second.

"You look dressed for it," she replied, unable to hold back the comment. Was Diamond serious?

She glared at her.

"I was about to get some sleep--didn't think you were coming. You'll excuse my assumption."

She sniffed and made her way to her walk in closet, leaving the door slightly ajar.

"What took you so long?" she asked as she stripped off her clothes; unbeknownst to her, the crack in the door was wide enough to reveal some of her bare chest and most of her bare backside.

Miss Andry resisted the snide comment about the door and looked away. Though, she did sneak glances despite her best intentions. She couldn't help herself. She just hoped her sunglasses really did hide her eyes.

"I was busy doing an execution of my own."

"Well, you should learn to manage your time better--I want this done before sun-up." She pulled on panties and a bra, and slipped on a simple black dress. She kicked the door further open as she searched for a complimentary jacket and shoes.

"It's so impolite to keep a lady waiting--particularly when she's about to conduct an execution."

"You should have picked a better time," she said simply, still tying to avoid staring. Perhaps this had been a bad idea. "Are you done playing dress up?"

"You are literally wearing a motorcycle helmet indoors. I'll wear what I choose." She pulled on a fashionable trench coat and pulled her hair out of its braids, shaking it loose.

"Alright, are you ready?"

"I've been ready since I got here, princess."

She scoffed, crossing her arms. She was not so sure Diamond was taking this as seriously as she was.

-x-

Diamond stared at the struggling man with a bag on his head, not a trace of pity in her gaze. She glanced at Miss Andry, yawning.

"Would you do the honors of helping our guest see?" she said calmly.

First, Miss Andry removed her helmet. Beneath it, she did not wear anything. Her long braids were tied in a bun on the top of her head and dyed a deep purple color, which turned darker towards the bottom. She did not wear make-up, and her lips were chapped. She set the helmet aside, reaching for a pair of sunglasses. They were sleek and dark, but she could see without issue. They were custom made.

She glanced at Diamond, wondering if she had looked at her real face. It didn't matter; there was nothing Diamond could do about it.

Once situated, she finally removed the bag.

The man coughed and sputtered as the fresh, crisp air seared his lungs.

"What is this about?!" he exclaimed.

Diamond smiled at him without warmth, pulling her jacket more tightly around her shoulders.

"You are here because you are a sex offender, Mr. Lee. I don't enjoy the existence of people like you--certainly not among my father's men." She paused and nodded at Miss Andry. "You might recognize this woman. I think she stabbed one of your coworkers, on your shift.

"Miss Andry, do you have any words for this man?"

"No. Give him no mercy." She replied coldly, glaring down at the man.

Diamond shrugged. "You heard her. He's done." She drew her finger slowly across her neck and turned around; as she did so, she heard the dull thumps of batons against flesh and the muffled last screams of the sex offender.

She examined her manicure calmly. "Do you want to stay for breakfast, Miss?"

Miss Andry watched for a bit longer, then turned to Diamond.

"What's for breakfast?"

"I'm in the mood for French toast, I think," she said, already walking away from the scene. She couldn't let the blood stain her shoes, after all.

"I'll know what I want for sure after the sun rises."

"What until then?" she asked, adjusting her sunglasses.

"We can relax at my place," she offered. "Is that fine with you?"

"Relax how?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "I don't do fun very well. Or, relaxing, as it is."

"We can talk. Or you can sleep. Or we can do anything you want, really. I'm not exactly poor." She shrugged. "If you want breakfast, I'm sure you'll grin and bear it."

If she wasn't miserably poor and in college, Miss Andry would have just left. But, the truth was, a free breakfast was a treat for her.

"Fine. What would you like to do, Princess?"

"My name is Diamond, actually," she responded crisply. "Common misconception.

"And I would love to chat. I assure you my house is comfortable enough--though if that's not enough incentive, I have food and alcohol."

"I don't drink," she replied honestly. "Talking is fine. What do you want to talk about?"

"Anything," she said, climbing into the driver's seat of her car. She patted the passenger's seat.

"I would like to get to know the person I'm working with, of course."

Miss Andry stepped into the car, sitting down and sighing slightly. "You wanted to talk, you find a subject."

"Favorite food," she said, shrugging. She popped in a CD of classical music and began to drive, her car starting without a sound.